The Travelers, Pt. 2

The Travelers, Pt. 2 - Stone Sour

My body's broken

No words are spoken

Am I finally at the end

This conflagration is my contagion

Pulls me down yet again

Maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed

And I will fight this bloody war

With every strangled breath

I'm on my own

I'm on my own

I don't need a conscience

I don't need to feel

I don't need these weary eyes tell me what I know is real

I don't need anybody to tell me who I am

Blame it on a broken heart

I've fallen apart again again again again again again

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